Dreaming of a White Christmas
Moving closer to town was a good move because as the temperatures dropped , the ice got thicker and we became well and truly stuck fast. Ironically when the ice is thinner it feels worse, because as it moves we hear the cracking, creaking and groaning as it moves against the hull. We try to smash the ice that’s close around the boat to give us a bit of wriggle room to float freely in but we were fighting a loosing battle.
We could tell it was getting colder because the hoar frost was looking so pretty.
And then we woke up to snow.
Of course I wanted to go out to play instantly, but it was barely a few inches deep, if that.
the rough ground made it difficult to build a snowman so I gave up and walked into town instead
Leighton Buzzard is a pretty town, with a good market on Tuesdays and Saturdays and at this time of year the salvation army band are playing carols as well.
But of course its always nice to come back to a snug warm boat
Amanda came for a visit as she lives reasonably close
An ideal opportunity to go for a pub lunch at The Grove and a catch up
The forecast is set to warm up drastically, so its unlikely that we’ll get our white Christmas, but it wouldn’t surprise me if there’s still too much ice in the canal for us to break free
But its been lovely place to stay.
